the end of the world

i wear my hijab on backwards and balance its awkward weight on my hips; shifting every few moments with my incumbent feet.

reasons why we're faithful

Darkened rooms always seemed the worst place. Voiceless nightmares scream down dinosaur larynxes, ricocheted projections of magnified sound waves bounce between vertebrae columns greying that natural shade we do.

We form shapes.
We do.

there are heroes in the sea weed

At fourteen it was decided that Katy-Harriet wouldn't think of anything else. She was sold fifteen postcards of the Lightning Seeds cavorting on a London Bus by the caricature Wayne Rooney and conducted a visual experiment in colour; within a handcrafted collage of the boys from Westlife. Intention: to stick it on the inside of her locker so that when she put away the overpriced text books (cavorting polished knowledge from the 1980s) she imagined artifice and pretence instead of stipulated knowledge.

joy

forced eyelids rest on

bright young cheeks

fought back but got

caught out late and

relinquished back bones

left me dead tired

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